Into the Heart of One Great Brain

Beauty: Scripted Purpose

All of us were laid out on the couch watching TV. The littlest one was snuggled into my side with his wild hair brushing against my shoulder, my cheek. His feet on my feet in constant movement.

It was one of those Man Vs. Shows of the gluttonous variety. People watched to see if man could eat the challenge. We all were slightly repulsed by the display. Mounds of food heaped a plate. His face looked worn. He said his jaw was tired of chewing. There were few minutes left the narrator said to further build anticipation. Then the camera pans the cheering crowd to highlight a girl. She moves forward into the ring where the man sits surrounded by people and slick plates of food.

“You can do it,” she giggles. “I believe in you.”

The crowd cheers. I think snarky, “Scripted,” and roll eyes internal.

The man smiles shyly, wipes slathered condiment from his face, and mutters loud enough for all to hear. “Thanks. You’re…you’re pretty.”

The crowd and my children laugh.

My son looks up at me, eyes beaming wild, “Mama, did you see that?”

I nod. “Yes, Baby, I did.”

What I saw was how it spoke to him. To the place is his heart where beauty and hero speak and grow, ignited by Eden thoughts. The place where great adventure begins, the longing for something bigger and bolder, a return to. This idea of what beauty of was made for scripted, etched so deeply, in the light of blue eyes and shadow of dimple.

The Big Idea

To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.
- Madonna

My Prayer…

Dear Lord grant me the grace of wonder. Surprise me, amaze me, awe me in every crevice of Your universe. Delight me to see how Your Christ plays in ten thousand places, lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not His, to the Father through the features of men's faces. Each day enrapture me with Your marvelous things without number. I do not ask to see the reason for it all; I ask only to share the wonder of it all.